All music by ThanatoSchizOOrigami was recorded and mixed between July ‘09 and September ‘10 @ Blind and Lost Studios (Santa Marta de Penaguião, Portugal) and Teatro de Vila Real (Vila Real, Portugal) Produced and mixed by Guilhermino Martins Engineered by Paulo Almeida, Pedro Cabral & Guilhermino Martins Mastered by Mika Jussila @ Finnvox Studios (Helsinki, Finland)

In her face a breezy smile was found As the morning smiling to the moon. The sun drew noble ramifications On the mutual textured skin. Between their lips the warm saliva, The clear dew and the drunkenness of fate, Collapsing the orphan man’s cry. From any sheet making a tent, Hiding the same smile in the dark; From the fear his friend And from the night, randomly, as a brother. Laid, appeasing the mind, Both now fit as one Diving in the earth for the end of the world. End of mute words and of dread echoes, Of everything senseless. Perfect: this end.

Different worlds and colours I’ve recognised on the different faces of everyday and in others aware of the same. To each mimic silence, I equally exist.

The moon already shines high, Testifying his steps, Feeding his shadow, While they dilute themselves in the Tropic of Dreams For they don’t know the unknown of not feeling. They’ve lost the emptiness to fulfil What I never knew to be, where I always was, Transparent unknown as I always went. They pushed the door lightening the street, Violated by the storm, Cutting a silhouette in the dark. The window opened with the wind, The glass broke and tore their eyes.

I don’t sleep while I think about how I slept.(The subconscious announces the metamorphosis) Your wild claws stain our skin And I return restlessly. I face a static body… Only fingers move Without knowing why. I watch the world and the things In an almost perfect disguise. I’m a spy and a book of memories read in blood. Though I never had it with me, The increasing understanding is discontinuous. Unveiling an intriguing appeal, I almost burst my lungs In the abrupt inhale into the real. What remains isn’t enough And I can’t reach conclusions. I find the senses’ vices Fucking indisposing me Terribly

Beneath the riverside, the child keeps Calculating the distance between here And the angry words. Sealed memories are revealed As far as intents are conceived But no one can hear the moans.

The winds tremble inside the womb, The shell resonates a soundless secret, Which brings a sudden peace. Now just close your eyes And wrap the syllables inside. The sooner you lick the wounds, The better life will get.

Light out the road Dare me singing a wicked song Open windows splattering blood Through every city that you find Next time will be my time To join Paris Wild poems Of roses and wine Drink the world in a drag Lead the words they misunderstand Hail my friend Twisted Glorious End For I’ve done my best To arise you back with the rest If you can’t fit in the puzzle, our puzzle So long for your time bomb heart It cannot be fixed

All music by ThanatoSchizOZoom Code was recorded and mixed between March and August ‘07 at Rec’n’Roll Studios (Valadares, Vila Nova de Gaia, Portugal) Produced and engineered by Luís Barros and Paulo Barros Mixed by Luís Barros Mastered by Tommy Newton at Area 51 Studios (Hannover, Germany) Pre-produced at Blind & Lost Studios (Santa Marta de Penaguião, Portugal) and Wagner Studios (Chaves, Portugal) between September ‘06 to February ‘07

Atrocity could never end Since the lust for feeling pain Was the strongest wish We wanted to own. Will this be over someday? The questions travel To an ending pond of doubts, Once filled in with anguish. You will never guess How many times have I tried To pull you inside And distrust denied me the pleasure. Now that the ring is broken, Nothing can bind us To a shared eternity. Your cold mind frozen the paper Of this testimony. The words remain meaningless Towards the strength of your punch On my breast. Could I ever forget? Will I ever forgive? The sins are long gone But the sour taste is on my lips. Nothing is remembered. And I set my teeth So desire moves on to other hands. Experience the chains that hold me, Die as I lay my eyes upon your cry…

Life has no meaning When you pass through A broken mirror And the image reflected on it Is you having no soul. The sound that you hear Can’t reach your brain And you infinitely search For a reason… Can you please stop Pushing me away? No longer will I survive For a reason… And misunderstood words Are pushing me away. Intact to a never-ending speech, I used to kill myself Wandering through A sea of undefined misdeeds. Now I just want to disappear And never come home again. Your scent can no longer Leave a trace on me. No more… no more. No longer will I dig My grave under your body…

And then you slipped away Far beyond where I could reach you. My hands couldn’t hold you, ‘Cause of this tedious cold That surrounded my inner existence. Now you’ve left and emptiness Is no longer here. It has gone with you Far away from the tangible lines Of this senseless life. Don’t you know that all is gone And that your mind floated Into a remote part of my being? Don’t you know this smell? It was written by your eyesight… Give me no more excuses, Cry no pity tears… No more shall you have A place inside of me…

All music by ThanatoSchizOTurbulence was recorded between November ’03 and March ’04 at Rec’n’Roll Studios (Valadares, Vila Nova de Gaia, Portugal) Produced, mixed and engineered by Luís Barros Mastered by Tommy Newton at Area 51 Studios (Hannover, Germany) Pre-produced at Blind & Lost Studios (Santa Marta de Penaguião, Portugal) and Atlântida Studios (Régua, Portugal) from May to October ‘03

In the nails with which you crucified me, I no longer hang a thing. Alone... It would be better, if you had changed into the bronze mirror That encloses my blurred reflection in a unique compatibility. I do not leave you alone by the scent of my opportune passage, Which would come to you... Lonely, in life's conceded death! The brilliant and fused foresight in which I had you. You're delaying your appearance. So I suspect you’ve forgotten the thousand ways By which you would burn to me. You're late... Static night-light of tormented plasma that steals your pulse. Inviting, the frozen eyelids burn. Dark...

As you disregard your faith Within my alienated being, Breathe me in extreme and conflicting visions. Horrors you dress as being the worst disease of all! Judged by looking-glasses, you take me as a burden. And for my mirth you spurn me... Submerged in the salt of a colourless sea As vast as my nausea and myself. I journey to the island Which screams and laughs as a mirage, Where you enclose and don't see me. Free... Hence, my sky has no limit. The look's lunar water Closed and united! Converting cold tile in transcendent and modern chains, I see you vanished in the lie's oblivion I've never shared. The electric obsession you embraced As if it was a rupture in memories... With no remnant of that inconceivable vice, Freely confined to a thousand sheens. ...A crystal rhythm into I do plunge. Slow and chaste symphony that soothes me...

And from the countenance Of the ridiculous suspended on the ground, From the window behind the curtains, The broken key stares at itself. Lost as free grains of sand In your hand... with the wind... In the fall's laughter, The night's clock alters With the dog's old bark. Reversed and unquiet portrait of myself. Imaginary of the inexistent coincidence. Neither can I find my inner Where should I certainly be! I return with an incoherent late ticking To the frozen street Without knocking at the door. Despising any company, Inside her nobody can be found. Inflaming me to one more promenade Through the night. In a night without magic... Thoughtless among the fields of the memory. Maybe lost. Hurt by the dilemma that refreshes the pain, Which has carried me until here! Tempting me with a challenge... A moan of a hunted relief By the kiss in which I get rid of myself. Excited by time. In loneliness received...

Holding a burning pound of gone emotions that are mine as well, I wait for the glorious day to come. Silent I stand... vanishing, showing no sign of repentance. The taste I have always longed for is greater than my own obscenity. And no human kindness will ever manage to reach the soul of this lost body that has already killed thousands of hearts. Thus, I phlegmatic journey across the unknown to get where I am, upon the horizon of loneliness wrapped up in brutal happiness. Foreseen fulfilment that I seem to have lost, wondering to recover! Knowing the sea, screaming to feel someone drifted in the flow. I depart now, so you can capture me. I can see now. We have lost... we have found what we most demanded. Endless nights to love the radiance of your water eyes. Spiritual conquer... lascivious satisfaction... Onward wearing of the soul. That eternity in the day you died to me. I no longer am... deep impulse of silence makes me tear the sky. I’m willing to commit this crime... once again. I awoke suddenly plunged into a lachrymal riverbed, too dusky and sullen to discern a thing. To recall hearing someone’s mourning, weeping over something undone... over our essence. I rather prefer what remains inside my mouth. Now I can barely remember ever desired something.

"Which colour has the autumn wind that stains my body with its touch?". If only you could see me: spying your shined and frozen skin, while lying between the shadows! "In this world, love has no colour. And who knows? Perhaps my body is stained by yours! I will leave this infinite thoughts' house and taste the rain-water in my lips". This is the way you remember yourself... Breathless you crawl among brambles scratching you. This is the way you enchant me... Veiled is the serenity by which you bleed in an inner smile. Dishevelled by luck. Unforeseen of emotion without fear. This is the way you left... In the interrogation of tomorrow. From the sting until today's payment... Going beyond as if an empty window of false painting would attract you in trance... To no one... Alone under a torn curtain of insane acts...

In the wings of a breeze that blows fervent and gelid, I journey in a sudden impulse among the cerebral veins of a discouraged dream. During a temporal existence, I crossed a labyrinthine abyss of illusions, which has brought me no more than consecutive, spiritual departures. I have tried thousands of times to strangle this inner shiver, but the desire to possess the madness whispered by the breeze has never abandoned me. I will eternally be part of a glazed tile painted by my bare hands and carefully inlayed by my longing. And nothing nor no one will steal from me the will to tear your destiny. Whenever the appeal of the land is heard, I will bear in mind the origin of my being and allow the tumult of a long postponed thought to drag me. I reborn during the journey that I started and I will never return to a world of mundane passions.

I deny myself a slumber. Some terrible exhaustion Punishes me with a gloomy hell. Without disregard To this… conspicuous unbalance. Phanerogamic foreigner of amazing excitement! Will you concede your berth To my frail and erratic body And hardened before such a tormented rest? Or do you not recognise me now, Involved by an eruptive relief Now inherent to my plea? Damned refuge you have turned into; Oh ruthless and lifeless inside Does my existence claim! Addicted to scarlet tears of the martyr For you drew, you all became! Your present consolation Is for me an apparent farce... Illusion... Mirage of hazard... Dream or fantasy... Lascivious and awake I am in this trouble, Which you pleased me with. By a disenchanted pact, I unload onto you all the burden of my pen nib, Even knowing that you pay yourself With feeble insomnia!

My body trembles... Trembles with an appealing bitterness. Delight yourself smiling In the penumbra of a dusky passage Which confines a sad and tender tone... Slow, nostalgic burden. Drops in its bosom, drowning them, Undertaking the silence, But not the tranquillity. Shades of perspired wax In a cadenced perspective. Chilled in the insubmission To the theatrical final. As fallen and humid leaves on the floor, Agreeing with a penalty That the winds condemned. Awaked by disguised voices among the shadows, Dancing around, ghosts dissembled as children. Dancing around as if they were playing The wheel of fortune... Enclosed in the creation Of a non-existent transparency, We flow through the wrists, Fearing a solemn audacity. Fragile abyss that never goes away, Enrapturing myself With tremulous and sprinkled puddles, In a winter's overcast nightfall.

I’ve seen your heart so many times, Mind’s bridge within praying candles Where I worship you. Dreadful hypnotic weather. Endless appearance. Even when these eyes go down I wandered for what I stand... May not tremble my hands, But why are my feet so cold? I wish I knew it all. Make no lie. No sinner! I wish I wasn’t right And knew you would believe us. It’s a fact; I’m not frightened to cry... Light plays the rough corner wall reflection! It used to hide... It used to hurt... Framed sun in a candle box... innocent reward. It’s all so different now! But what difference does it make, A burning chest on a long locked breath?

Album recorded during May and June 2002 at Rec'N'Roll Studios (Valadares, Vila Nova de Gaia, Portugal) Produced, mixed, engineered and mastered by Luís Barros Engineering assistance by Rui Danin Pre-produced at Blind & Lost Studios (Santa Marta de Penaguião, Portugal) and Atlântida Studios (Régua, Portugal)

Additional piano tunes by Bruno Rodrigues

Art direction and design from Pedro Caldeira and Eternal Evo Designs All photos by André Henriques

Cruelty is my subsistence, The repast I have to have. For the world I'm just a disruptive behaviorist. For me... I'm just the ruler of the world. Searching for what They already have, I simply crush their minds In my holy hands! I'm never satisfied. The other's pains Are not enough to kill my famine. I live from disasters. I die whenever I want. I fulfill my needs Through cruelty. That's the way I live for you all.

Just one day before another marriage with the celebration of an unforeseen birth, did I realize how much is gone. What still happens in the way! So unforgettable... How worthy is a foreseen destiny? Which punishment for the fortunate absence of intention? Together we stand above the real and eternal past, yearning for that unknown future... Where are you better, if perhaps your heaven isn't true? Listen: where you're seated - this rainy demand. Uncontrolled melody! Do you still remember how was the day you broke up with innocence, the day you condemned yourself to a labyrinth without return? ...Still know nothing... Useless stupidity! Do they think themselves capable of the suffering this leaves with us? Would you try to know, if we didn't sense the day you called us? Victims of our own will! We could have listened, but being so weak we can only hope for an end with the size of our sin. Therefore leave together.

"Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn The power of man; for none of woman born Shall harm...(Suturn)!

"Come, you spirits That tend me on mortal thoughts, unsex me here And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it."(Shakespeare's Macbeth)

A sickness inside of me And inside of the world And you? You're above all that Trying to mess all around Because of your stupid pride. And I hate it. I hate it all. I hate everything. All...

The once untouched prey was wrecked, While treading the damned path of Thanatos. To imbibe the Unknown And absorb the power of Mystery Were its eager yearnings, The ultimate reason for Pursuing from abyss into abyss, Gathering misdeeds and zests.

So woeful was the quest. So concealed was the enigma. Never had the creature imagined Such a spiteful and cunning foe. A dreadful curse awaited (ab eterno).

Thanatos - the god of death Defeats mankind with a sole howl. A sullen tomb of thorns is his realm. What infinite woes and whimpers Does one endure under Thanatos' curse! If the prey wants Mystery and Unknown, Thanatos' path is the way to follow. However, there are some bestowals...

schizo level was recorded during the last days of the second millenium at Rec'N'Roll Studios (Valadares, Vila Nova de Gaia, Portugal). Produced, mixed, engineered and mastered by Luís Barros. Pre-produced at Atlântida Studios (Régua, Portugal)

The revolution had been completely taken off Of the pour houses and was now instalated Inside of each one's head. No one knows what to do, Except one little child that spoke three fuckin' words, Exactly like:

"FUCK! BURN! SATAN!"

Inside they can take your house, They can take you everything, These awful things you do, Nothing about your attitude. Then, the devils are now, inside you, Possessing you. Reaching out to an end, Making you do what they want!

If you want me, I wouldn't dare and I can do, creeping night away, Where're you hiding? For... If I can do, creeping night away, Holy... I can't see... Where you hide at night!

If you want me, I commit a suicide, Sisters of the Devil Please come and rescue me, Again... to me... to me...

Fool... Madness!

If you want me, I wouldn't dare and I can do, creeping night away, Where're you hiding?; For... If I can do, creeping night away, Holy... I can't see... Where you hide!

Now, the story is coming to an end... The little boy came to me and asked: "There's a Satan outside! Can I kill Him?" And just without realizing That the Satan is inside of each head, he said: "Sure, why not? Bring the fucker to an end And kill the Satan!..."

The story finally stopped when I'd realised that I already am a Satan!

War...! The devils are now, inside you... Possessing you... Reaching... from... an end. Making you What they really want

I cannot die for you In this dream...

Awake I'm beggining to see something... A little light... An hope... A dream... Awake...

I'll die for you, ...I suffer.

Dream of the eternal one, Now you see the beast... Dream of the eternal beast, While you run inside of me, Dream of the eternal one... Dream fulfilled... which ended. Dream of the eternal one... Dream fulfilled... which ended.

Dream... of the eternity! Eternity, eternity! Eternity... Dream of the eternal dream!

The revolution had been completely taken off Of the pour houses and was now instalated Inside of each one's head. No one knows what to do, Except one little child that spoke three fuckin' words, Exactly like:

"FUCK! BURN! SATAN!"

Inside they can take your house, They can take you everything, These awful things you do, Nothing about your attitude. Then, the devils are now, inside you, Possessing you. Reaching out to an end, Making you do what they want!

If you want me, I wouldn't dare and I can do, creeping night away, Where're you hiding? For... If I can do, creeping night away, Holy... I can't see... Where you hide at night!

If you want me, I commit a suicide, Sisters of the Devil Please come and rescue me, Again... to me... to me...

Fool... Madness!

If you want me, I wouldn't dare and I can do, creeping night away, Where're you hiding?; For... If I can do, creeping night away, Holy... I can't see... Where you hide!

Now, the story is coming to an end... The little boy came to me and asked: "There's a Satan outside! Can I kill Him?" And just without realizing That the Satan is inside of each head, he said: "Sure, why not? Bring the fucker to an end And kill the Satan!..."

The story finally stopped when I'd realised that I already am a Satan!